If I could give up one wish of mine to help this dad with his I would..I wish for a body free of disease.
I wish for the chance to have another child with Rachel.
I wish for the chance to comfort my boys when they get their hearts broken by a girl for the first time.
I wish for the chance to take them to their first U2 concert.
I wish for the chance to see them become men… to tell them how my heart swells with pride when I see what they have become.
I wish for the chance to hold Rachel’s hand… to offer her my arm… to steady her in her old age. To tell her she’s still beautiful when a lifetime of smiles are visible on her face.
I wish I understood why I have cancer.
I wish for many things…. but most of all…. I wish for life.
Fifty and Beyond - me
What does it mean to be 50, what do people make of us white 50 year old men? Is IT beyond me? I think it probably is.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Untitled
The Cancer Guy "How the Light Gets In."
This is the video if you haven't seen it.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Feet on Seats
Thursday, September 2, 2010
What is this and where is it?
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
New Zealand
I was watching a show on TV about two lovely guys who started a campsite on Harris, the Scottish Island, to visit their site click here.
It's such a lovely life, or so it seems, they had money worries they probably had arguments, they probably had days when it was bad. To many New Zealand looks like a place that you'd never come back from, look at the photo! But you know there were days when it rained, and rained and rained. There were days when it took me an hour to get over the bridge because the traffic was so bad. Money was tight, its an expensive place to live. It is a long way from any where. Yes it is simply stunning in parts and I guess if we had owned a camp site on the South Island and taken a 180 degree change in out lifestyle we may have stayed. Perhaps our mistake was to try and do there what we do here. In the end our parent our here, our culture is here our hearts are here in the uk. I love taking the girls to the tower of London, I know about it and the people who lived there. I loved the culture of the South Pacific but I love baguettes, cafe noir and pain au chocolait , it doesn't make me french!
Now I am faced with doing here what we should have probably done there, in New Zealand, what enterprise shall I choose?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
SO...
I have more drive at 50 than most of the 20 year olds who work for me.
I know more about computers than anyone in my office yet they all treat me like I listen to a wireless and don't know an wii from a wee or a twit from a tweet.
I also seem to have a capacity for detail over and above almost anyone under 35. This makes me think they are a pain in the arse and makes them think I am an old fart. The fact is they don't seem to care, I do and I am, of course, right.